I don't know if I love her.
She is absent and unaware.
I have partially opened my heart.
Do I love something not even there?
I know that I love her.
She is present but unaware.
A keyhole divides where my heart is concerned.
I am in love and the world looks fair.
I know that I love her.
She is present and is somewhat aware.
Chances are my luck will turn better.
Does she know that I am someone who cares?
I know that I love her.
She is aware but makes no move.
Is my love creaking softly that she is unmindful?
Are there truths that I still have yet to prove?
I question myself if I still love her.
She remains heedless of what she knows.
I am knocking at the other side of a bolted door.
I will walk the path where only time flows.
My heart now knows what my brain knew first.
She is now gone and free from a passing rumor.
I still stand upon where I was to give my heart.
If only she had turned that second **** better.
Ever heard the song 'Love is an open door'? If you watched 'Frozen' then you probably would. This poem was pretty much similar to that. Though I wrote this way before 'Frozen' even aired, I still feel amazed of the resemblance.
Love can sometimes be like a door. Even when a door is closed, beyond that we can still hear whats going on behind it, meaning, we can still have a connection to what's behind a closed door. Love can be invisible, but still present all together. It can come slowly in the form of a crush. A small attraction can then lead to a greater emotion until we realize that were already in love. But a door can shut back the same way they can be opened up. And wind-winds of fate-can as easily close them again once they are opened. But there isn't only one door that exists in our world. Many others could appear in the most unexpected corners within the residence of our lives. We just have to be patient and take the time to look for them.
Opening and closing doors is normal. Doors with locks though, can take a little more effort.